I must apologize to my more recent ancestors

Okay, let me start at the beginning.  I grew up around cows.  My dad’s family had a good-sized dairy farm, we kept lots and lots of calves at our place and my mom’s family always had a cow or two plus some extra calves here and there.  They knew cows, understood cows and loved cows.  Except for an occasional horse thrown in here and there, and a few chickens, ducks and geese, I, primarily, was around cows from birth until I went to college.  I have milked cows, helped pull calves, let calves suck on my fingers, beat on a cow’s side to get her off my foot, chased cows and feed fresh grass from the mower bag to the poor bull in the barn because I felt sorry for him.

My mom’s dad hated sheep.  Called them snotty-nosed and a few other choice words.  He had nothing good to say about sheep, which was odd because he was such a funny, loveable and loving person.  Sheep, though, were one of his few exceptions to the list of the things he loved.

And here is where I have to break both sides of my family’s hearts.  I love sheep.

This is not just because I am a spinner, knitter, weaver and natural dyer.  It’s not just because I love wool and what I can do with wool in all of its varied types.  I do love wool, and love all the things I can do with it.  But my loves goes deeper.  I just plain love sheep.


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Sorry, Pappy.  Sorry, Grandpa.  Sorry Uncle Ernie, Uncle O.D. and Dad.  I appreciate cows, I love milk, cheese and ice cream, I love things made with leather, and I am glad I was raised on a farm.  But cows have been replaced in my heart and my life.

I love sheep.

2 Responses

  1. Cindy in FL Says:

    Yup, agreed; my ancestors were cow people, too. Too bad you can’t spin their fur! lol

  2. roxie Says:

    My redneck brother call them, “pasture maggots,” I do love wool, but the smelly, stupid creatures that produce it are not on my list of best-beloved creatures. When you go to raise sheep, you will discover that a sheep’s deepest desire is to go someplace inconvenient, (ideally, your water supply) and die. A dead sheep in the artesian spring is going to spoil your whole month.

    But your pictures do present them appealingly. And Shetland sheep are the Einsteins of sheepdog, so the stupid part doesn’t really apply to them. If you want to raise Shetland sheep, I’ll stand back and hold your coat!

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